so of course we had sex.
but we were totally drunk and a teensy bit high.
i barely remember how it even started.
i think it was just like an explosion of tension and frustration on both ends.
and then the next day...
acted like it didn´t even happen.
21years old. right. i forgot.
so totally awkward all day going for a hike with another volunteer and her bf.
finally at the end of the day i said something.
i said i didn´t know what to say.
so he said. so don´t.
so i said are we cool.
and now he´s gone. and i don´t know if i miss him or just the idea of someone who could be completely perfect for me in every possible way.
except for being 21 (nearly 22... but still) and finishing his last year at college as captain of the rugby team.
he left his teeshirt on the line.
i try not to be obsessed with it.
what the hell....